BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

I'M GONE WITH THE WIND I talk to myself. A lot. Sometimes in my head and other times I will straight up have a conversation with myself out loud. I try and keep those "episodes" to myself while at home, but you do it enough and sometimes you forget while you're out. I use to look away sheepishly when caught, but, I'm not even embarrassed by myself anymore. I'd much rather return a look that says "Caught you staring at me, Creep" than except the fact that I might be the one who is acting a little strange. I remember Greg talking about his single dad and how he always use to talk to himself. Maybe it does have to do with single parenting, but I tend to think it's more of a being alone thing. There is no one around to have a conversation! What do you do when you have important news to share?!? Why not say it aloud and tell yourself and then you both can be amazed at the information! Make sense? Enough of me trying to justify my crazy. Here's

BEING A PASTOR'S WIFE CAN BE A TOUGH GIG! Being in ministry is both a blessing and a curse. My dad would always say that ministry would be great if it weren't for the people, which I think all of us in ministry can appreciate:) I was a pastor's kid growing up and then served in the church as a teenager. I knew the Lord called me into ministry in high school and went on several mission trips. After I married Greg, he became a jr. high intern pastor and then we took a position as high school pastors (which we loved!!).  At the end of six years, we lost our minds and decided to plant a church. You have to agree with me that church planters have to be a little crazy. After spending some time with other planters, I can testify that some are A LOT crazy. We started with eight people in our little green living room. I remember the night that Greg said he needed them to be all in and they all put their credit cards on the table. It was overwhelming to see their faith. At that ti

DOES GOD KEEP THE SNOT?!? Let's get real here. When it comes to crying, not all tears are equal. In my mind (may I remind you that I live in princess fantasy land), when I cry, I look an awful  lot like Demi Moore did in the movie, Ghost. If you have not seen the movie Ghost (have you been hiding under a rock?!? Or you could just be under 40) there is a scene depicting Demi being badgered by a lady trying to convince her that the love of her life has not "moved on" from this world yet after being murdered and that he is trying contact her so he can warn her of the danger she doesn't know she is in. She is angry at first that someone is trying to mess with the pain of losing her mate, but the scene ends in joy after realizing he is trying to communicate with her. Yes, I know this is way off Biblically, but work with me here. The scene is almost magical. The camera does a close up of her and you can see her flushed face take on an expression of awe, her mouth opening